Gita Dusk Geetruida
Aya Poor

The 14-year-old girl was lamenting her fate. Actually he was afraid of being locked up alone but it was still better than being with that depraved man and working on him mercilessly as he had been.

Indeed Isao's last treatment to her is very good, as Aya's woman flattered, if only to do something intimate with the person she loves, but so far Aya has not had someone.

The teenage girl had never imagined, the warm sweet warmth of the family, shattered by anything beyond their will. True, said papi at that time, no one can guess what will happen tomorrow. Whether good or misfortune, which was obvious at this moment, Aya could only live out the fate inscribed for her.

If only he had not just accepted the offer of Madame Monic, instead of leading her to a bright future, it was misleading in the labyrinth and the abyss that somehow and how to get out of it. In addition to asking God to give the best way for her, her family and her people, Aya could only cry.

Aya reached into her bag, now only a notebook and pencil that she bought when she first visited Batavia with her family first, which became a reservoir of her outpouring. There was no one to share it with, just the book.

Batavia, 10 December 1942.

I have taught Mr. Isao who tried to harass me. I'm afraid, I'm sad, what I'm doing is not only bad for me but for my family. Papi, mami, I'm sorry.

Batavia, 18 December 1942.

I'm happy, Madam Monic offered me student duties to Japan, my family will be returned to Magelang no longer just crowded in the internment camp.

Batavia, 20 December 1942.

It turns out that Miss Monic was flirting with me.

Mr. Isao finally managed to do what he wanted to do to me. He attacked me sadistically, very sick. I'm sad that I can't take care of myself, I'm not a girl anymore.

O Lord forgive me, I cannot refuse not to do such a despicable deed.

Batavia, 22 December 1942.

It's been 2 nights I've been locked up by Mr. Isao here. I was alone and scared, but even though I was afraid of being alone I was even more afraid of the savage man. The man is hard to guess, can be rough can also be soft. I'm quite happy if she's gentle because she won't make me feel any pain.

I don't know when I'll be here, but whatever happens, God gives me the strength to live it.

As soon as the writing that filled out some of Aya's notes.

Chequek.

Aya turned to the part of the door that was open.

"Arrabella, I'm sorry I left you long enough. You must miss me." Isao.

Cih, so confident this guy. Aya threw away her face.

"Hey, don't sulk as soon as you make me anxious." Mr. Isao immediately smeared Aya's lips and grabbed her body.

"Reply, dear," whispered Isao.

"You forget if you refuse then you will ..."

Aya quickly kissed the man's lips so as not to let his emotions explode and hurt him again. It's enough his heart was scratched don't physically hurt as well. Aya, the young Dutch noni decided to accept and act well in order to avoid torture.

"Smart girl, now I want to see if you still remember that last lesson well? Take off my clothes and indulge my body, "isao's pinta is more like an order.

With trembling hands Aya unbuttoned the man's clothes one by one and let go. Then take down Isao's trousers.

"Oh dear, jamu was impatient apparently. I haven't told you to take my pants off but fine .. I understand, you're just embarrassed to ask me."

Asking what? Aya doesn't understand. Wasn't that guy who asked her to take off her clothes, why ... .

Isao grabbed Aya's hand and guided the palm of the girl stroking her body including something that had already stiffened at the bottom.

"This is not just stroked but slightly kneaded, hold and move your hands back and forth" Isao taught. The man sighed in ease.

"Ahh .. enough Arrabella," Isao pulled Aya's hand.

Aya was relieved to think her task was done.

"Submit and put this in your mouth" Isao's duty again. Aya. I-it's in the mouth how can.

"Quick! Yesterday I licked yours, good right? Well, now you're back."

Forced Aya to comply, but when just the blunt sword filled her mouth .. hoek, Aya was nauseous.

Again, fearing that Isao would torture her, Aya tried to put the object in her mouth.

Hoick.

"I'm sorry I can't, sir," said Aya timidly.

"Aaarrgghh, yes. Take off your clothes and lie down" asked Isao.

Aya also obeyed. Don't .. This time don't let Mr. Isao get angry and do it violently. Although Aya did not want to, but at least not let her be tortured like yesterday.

Aya's tears seeped as her innocent body was stared at like a dish. Isao opened both of Aya's legs and devoured the voracious heavenly tiny crack hidden in the middle.

"Nh ..." Aya unintentionally sighed.

"Don't you, baby. If you really intend to spoil our partner, no one will be disgusted like you earlier. But that's okay, 'cause it's your first. I'm sorry" said Isao who continued to throw a blunt sword into the narrow nest with various rhythms.

"Umh .. ah," again******** escaped from Aya's lips.

"Well, like that .. if you obey, then you won't be in pain even good, right?" isao said after the hajatnya channeled.

"Quick clean your body and then come out with a towel, no need to wear clothes," Isao told Aya.

"Hey, I'm done ... ." Aya was confused, guessing the sentence was aimed at her but Mr. Isao was like talking towards the outside of the room.

'Did someone else come?' thought Aya while flushing her body.

As requested by Mr. Isao, after bathing Aya just wrapped a towel to cover his slender body.

"Wow .. You are good at choosing women, Isao." Said someone man.

"Yes, beautiful, smooth, young .. hey, I'm first huh?" answer the other man.

"No way, I was the first to be offered Isao, so I was the first one," continued another man.

"No way, I pay the most of you."

"Well, I can pay even more."

Aya was aghast, not only 1 or 2 but there were 8 foreign men in the room. Oh, my God, this is so disrespectful. Wearing a towel in front of an adult man.

While others were busy arguing, there was 1 person who approached Aya.

"Have let them make a fuss, let's settle for me, beautiful," she said as she removed the towel that covered Aya.

Aya was ashamed, her innocent body was seen by men not only looking but looking at her with a wild look. Uh, even her own mother had never seen Aya without clothes, this instead ... .

Without wasting any time the man led Aya to the bed, then opened his own pants.

Jamb.

The man put his own in without warning or warming up. Be ill. Aya could only cry silently every time the man stomped on her.

"Aargggh, ..." The man collapsed on Aya's body after spitting out his warm lava.

"Hey, if you're out, get up, quickly" said another man.

"Yes, I know," he answered lazily as he woke up.

"Later I'll visit you often in the ianjo" whispered the man as he kissed Aya's lips.

Aya had not yet shifted her position, came the man who had told her friend to get up. Without a thread wrapping around her body the man squeezed Aya's breasts and kissed her greedily.

Only 3 men after Isao who had remembered Aya had shaken him, the rest Aya did not know anything. Fainted.

Aya woke up because the sunlight that pierced through the curtain gap hit her face. It's not morning anymore but it's noon. Since yesterday afternoon Isao had been working on it, continued his friends who took turns to use Aya's body as a penjaluur hasraatnya.

Aya could only cry, but she did not fight but still her body hurt as if her bones were crushed, especially the female part that was swollen and bleeding.

"Oh my God, this hurts so much" he lamented.